Ein Deutscher Soldat

I was frightened, of course, when we took to the air,

I’d never been over the German Ocean before,

but I was reminded as I looked across to my right

of safety in numbers in this bomber flight.

.

The Sun was still licking the line of the Norfolk shore

as we wheeled inland toward Coltishall.

We were so many and you just one of The Few,

me and nametag on station at the bomb door

.

It didn’t take long to win your fight between dogs

then you wheeled left to turn your cannon on us

I was in perfect health, had family and friends

but when my plane hit the trees all that came to an end.

.

No one survived to answer where was I last seen

only my enemy found me, un-named, not missing

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n.b. NaPoWriMo Day Eight prompt: monologue from the grave, after ‘Spoon River Anthology’ by Edgar Lee Masters, Gutenburg eBook. http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1280/1280-h/1280-h.htm#chap137 (Accessed 08/04/2021)

I found the above gravestone in the village cemetery on the outskirts of Scottow village, Norfolk. How, I wonder, does someone die and get buried without being known? The German airmen buried around him were all identified. I thought it a thoughtful touch that he was buried with named graves either side.

NaPoWriMo

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CLP 08/04/2021

The Life of Reilly (I)

I last saw him

Wandering through the wire

Khaki cap askew

Jacket smart with brass buttons

Polished last night

As commanded

Flashing flirty smiles

At the mouths of Mausers.

A vicious frost lay

Kindly on the mud.

From beneath his weary boots I heard

The crunch of ice

“Jack!” I called

He turned, waved, grinned.

I was the last he saw.

CLP  03/11/2018